#Billy would totally stalk him let’s be honest

[plistommy]

Steve: Why are you here? Are you stalking me?

Billy: Not everything is about you, Harrington. Maybe it’s time to stop being so self centered.

Steve:

Steve: You’re literally at my house, Hargrove! This is my fucking backyard and you’re swimming in my pool!

Billy: Well shit, you live here? Nice place, pretty boy.

#Billy would totally stalk him let’s be honest #He wants Steve too much it’s not his fault if he gets bit possessive #He likes prettyy thangsss #LMAO #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #stranger things #steve x billy #incorrect quotes #Or is it? #text #headcanon #harringrove fandom

[potrix-the-queerschlaeger]

layers (like onions)

Random idea of the day that wouldn’t leave me alone; this little future fic. And it’s not like we can’t all use some more Harringrove fluff, right? Can also be found over on AO3.

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Sadie is having the absolutely worst first day at work, and the lunch rush isn't even over yet.

It had started with the fancy coffee maker spitting steam at her when she’d tried to show her new co-worker that she understood how to use it, burning the back of her hand and her wrist. Then the trash bag she’d been carrying to the dumpster out back had ripped, spilling all over her feet and the kitchen floor, so she’d spent fifteen minutes cleaning up while apologising profusely.

And to top it all off, her first table hadn’t tipped at all, even though Sadie had pulled out all the stops, been all friendly smiles and polite small-talk despite the total shitshow her morning had turned out to be.  

Things don’t look much better with her current table, either.

So far, they’ve yelled across the restaurant for her when she hadn’t been fast enough with their drinks, demanded three additional baskets of the complimentary bread, one of them won’t stop making gross comments whenever she has to walk by, and by the look on one of the men’s faces right now, they aren’t happy with their food, either.

Forced smile firmly in place, Sadie approaches their table, ignoring the urge to roll her eyes when one of them clicks his fingers at her.

Before she can so much as ask what seems to be the problem, the scowling man snaps, “This burger has onions on it.”

“Yes, sir,” Sadie tries, summoning up patience only acquired through years of waitressing, “all our burgers come with tomatoes, pickles, and onions—”

“Well, I don’t like onions,” the man says, slowly, glaring up at Sadie. “I didn’t want any onions.”

“Of course, sir, I’m so sorry,” Sadie apologises, instead of demanding, like she really wants to, “Then why the hell did you order a dish with onions in it?”

(Watch out for the break!)

She pulls her notepad out of her pocket, quickly scribbling down an order for a replacement burger, and underlining the no onions three times. “I’ll put a new order in for you right away, sir. Would you like me to add a side dish as well? Free of charge, of course, as an—”

“No, no,” the man cuts in, and throws the burger he’d been holding down hard enough that it slips off his plate, and falls apart on the table. Which only appears to make him angrier. “Look at this mess. I want you to clean this up, and then I want to speak with whoever’s in charge here.”

The two other men nod, clearly not only used to their friend’s behaviour, but actively encouraging it. “Get to it, sweetheart,” one of them demands, making Sadie bite the inside of her cheek, “before all of our food goes cold.”

“Certainly, sirs,” Sadie scrapes the ruined burger off the table, waving over one of the busboys, “I’ll take care of this right away.”

Despite her words, after putting in the order for the new, onion-free burger, Sadie leans against the wall in the kitchen for a moment, breathing out heavily as she tries to compose herself. The line cook shoots her a sympathetic look, and Sadie smiles back shakily, grateful for the silent support.

Her boss’ office is one floor up, and Sadie isn’t too proud to sneak behind the bar, and make her way to the stairwell where she hopefully won’t be spotted by anyone from her table.

It’s quiet, once the door closes behind her, the voices of the guests and the sounds of the restaurant muffled, and Sadie swallows hard as she starts up the stairs. She’s seen her boss a grand total of thirty seconds so far, when he’d breezed in earlier, with a small child in each arm, a phone clutched between his shoulder and ear, and a frown on his face, while her co-workers had been showing her the ropes.

Mr Hargrove had been supposed to be the one to interview her, last week, but instead, Sadie’d been greeted by his business partner. He’d shaken her hand, smiling brightly, and introduced himself as, “Steven Harrington, but please, call me Steve, everyone does,” before explaining, all sheepishly, that Mr Hargrove was usually the one talking to the new hires, but that he’d unfortunately been called away on short notice.

He’d offered Sadie coffee, and had gotten her a glass of water instead when she’d declined, before dropping down in the swivel chair on the opposite side of the desk, picking up Sadie’s resume with a hum. “I’ll be honest, here, I don’t usually deal with this side of the business,” he’d said, chuckling a little to himself, “but if Billy’s invited you here for an in-person interview, chances are high he’s already decided to hire you. He can be picky.”

It had been said with a sigh, half annoyed and half fond. “So,” Steve had put the resume down again, and shrugged at Sadie, “if you’re still interested, and if the hours and pay you’ve talked about over the phone work for you, I don’t see a reason why you can’t start next Friday.”

Sadie had blinked at him, stunned, and then scrambled to sign the contract. Flexible hours, two free meals per shift, decent insurance, and paying slightly above minimum wage? It had been everything a struggling student like her could hope for, and then some.

Now, faced with the prospect of having to tell her boss that she’s screwing up on her very first shift, Sadie wishes she was anywhere but here. Still, she steels herself, takes a deep breath, and knocks on Mr Hargrove’s office door.

A moment later, a gruff voice calls back, “Come in.”

Mr Hargrove is sat behind his desk, one eyebrow raised, and Sadie hesitates, standing awkwardly on the threshold. The kids—definitely Mr Hargrove’s, going by their wild, curly hair—are playing on a blanket in front of the small couch, where Steve is sitting with a laptop open on his lap.

He smiles and waves at Sadie, which gives her the confidence to clear her throat, and say, “One of the guests would like to talk to you, Mr Hargrove.”

When Mr Hargrove only raises his eyebrow further, she adds, “He ordered a burger with onions, but says he doesn’t like onions. I offered him a new burger with a free side dish, but, well.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Mr Hargrove mutters, which earns him a scolding look from Steve, followed by a stern, “Language, Billy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mr Hargrove says, with a small roll of his eyes. He gets up from behind his desk, gesturing for Sadie to lead the way. “C’mon, let’s go deal with this shit.”

He’s obviously not happy about the interruption, but Sadie’s glad to notice that his irritation seems to be aimed at the picky guest, not her. The cursing also helps, strangely enough, has her bite back a giggle as they walk back down to the main floor.

Mr Hargrove looks intimidating, at first glance, what with all the tattoos, the denim, and the heavy jewellery. Like those bikers always parked in front of the shady bar a block down from her shitty, shoebox-sized apartment. Only, like, prettier.

Sadie ducks her head a little, blushing faintly. Mr Hargrove has to be in his thirties, is almost old enough to be her dad, and Sadie isn’t even interested in men like that, but she does have eyes. The blond curls, piled into a messy bun on top of his head, the dimples, the striking, bright blue eyes; Mr Hargrove is definitely good-looking.

Frannie would have a field day if she knew Sadie was getting flustered by her old, cranky new boss. Sadie silently vows to never tell her girlfriend a single word about it, ever.

“It’s the booth in the back,” she says, once they reach the main room of the restaurant again, pointing in the general direction, “by the big window—”

Mr Hargrove freezes mid-step when he spots the three men, but only for a second. Then he sneers, teeth bared, “Hell no.”

He stalks over to the booth, fast enough that Sadie has to hurry in order to keep up, and slaps the fork right out of one of the men’s hand with a snarled, “Get the fuck out of my restaurant.”

The men at the table—and a few people within earshot—fall silent in shock, all gaping at Mr Hargrove. Then, the now forkless man pushes to his feet, and right into Mr Hargrove’s space. “William—”

Mr Hargrove doesn’t back down, though, and he has several inches on the other man. “Get out. Right now, all of you. You’re not welcome here.”

The other man’s face twists in outrage. “How dare you speak to me like this? You can’t throw us out, we’re paying customers!”

“Oh, trust me,” Mr Hargrove’s smile is, Sadie thinks, pretty damn terrifying, “I can. And I will.”

“On what grounds?” the other man scoffs, and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well, let’s see. For harassing my staff,” Mr Hargrove begins, and holds up his hand, counting on his fingers, “or, maybe, the years of emotional abuse? For regularly beating the shit outta me for close to a decade? Or for just generally being a terrible fucking human being, and an even worse father?”

The restaurant is so quiet, after that, Sadie’s almost afraid to breathe.

“Take your pick,” Mr Hargrove finishes, and takes a step back with a sweeping motion towards the door. “But get the fuck out, Neil. Or we will call the police.”

“Honestly, I’d love to see that,” comes Steve’s voice from by the bar. He’s holding the phone, wiggling the receiver when everyone turns to look at him. “Your choice.”

“You—” Mr Hargrove’s father starts, but is wisely interrupted by one of his friends standing up as well, and putting a hand on his elbow with a disgusted, “Leave it be, Neil. The little faggot’s not worth the trouble.”

There are several gasps from the other customers, but Mr Hargrove seems unfazed. Almost amused, actually. “At least my faggot ass can keep a family together. Ginny was, wait, let me think? Wive number five? How’s the divorce going, by the way?”

“Okay, that’s enough!”

If Sadie’d thought Mr Hargrove looked scary, it’s nothing compared to an angry Steven Harrington, apparently.

“You’ve got one minute to get your shit, and get the hell out. Everyone else,” and now he’s all charm again, looking around the restaurant at the shamelessly watching customers, “free pie, for having had to witness this little display of homophobic bullshittery.”

Mr Hargrove takes it upon himself to escort the men out of the restaurant, while Steve goes around apologising for what’s happened. Sadie shakes herself out of her stupor, and follows Steve in order to jot down everyone who’s interested in the free pie.

Before she can head back to the kitchen, though, Steve stops her and asks, quiet enough that only she catches it, “Hey. Are you okay?”

“That was,” Sadie breathes out, then trails off with a helpless shake of her head.

“Not a great first impression on our part?” Steve chuckles, wry smile on his lips. “Why don’t you take a break? Get a slice of pie, too? We got it handled out here.”

Sadie accepts the offer gratefully.

And the pie is delicious.

“Billy’s a fuckin’ master with anything even vaguely dessert related, man,” the line cook tells her, when she moans around her first forkfull. At her hum of surprise, he laughs, and adds, “Yeah, he still does most of the bakin’, even though he’s the boss man nowadays. Ask him for his lava cake recipe, it’s fuckin’ sick.”

The rest of the day is, thankfully, much less stressful.

Sadie gets to leave on time, and slips out the back door with a cheerful, “Goodbye!” thrown over her shoulder, only to stumble to a stop when she nearly bumps right into Mr Hargrove. And Steve. Because they’re standing very close, with Steve’s arm around Mr Hargrove’s shoulders, and his chin resting on top of Mr Hargrove’s head.

Mr Hargrove blinks one eye open at her, but doesn’t move out of the hug. “You good? Sorry ‘bout, you know. All that shit earlier.”

“Oh, yeah, uh,” Sadie stutters, feeling herself blush again, “don’t worry, all good. Thanks.”

“Have a nice night,” Steve says, with another one of those sincere smiles. “See you tomorrow.”

Sadie nods. “Tomorrow. Goodnight!”

She carefully steps around the kids, who are racing each other through the alley, shrieking with excitement. She’s almost by the bike rack when there’s a crash, followed by a warbling cry, and a distinctly toddlery voice going, “Shit!”

“Billy, I swear—”

“C’mon, Stevie, it’s not my fault they—”

Sadie rides off, not bothering to hide her laughter.

(When she comes in the next day, Mr Hargrove is waiting for her. He apologises, again, and introduces himself properly.

“Billy, please,” he insists, grimacing a little. “Mr Hargrove is my father, and, well. You saw that whole shitshow yesterday.”

Then he shows her how to use the coffee machine without getting burned, before Steve calls for him from upstairs. He’s almost through the door when he turns back around, eyes flickering down to the collar of her shirt with a small but genuine smile.

Sadie watches him go, ghosting her fingers over the small rainbow pin Frannie had proudly stuck on her shirt earlier that morning.

She’s pretty sure she’s going to like this job after all.)

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #future fic #post canon #billy lives #homophobic language #neil hargrove's a+ parenting #myfics

[stanbillyhargrove]

Demons - The Rewrite

Chapter 12: I Wanna Give Up, I Just Wanna Leave

Tw: puking, blood

Fuck.

Mother fucker.

My period is late.

I looked on my calendar to see when it was supposed to start and it should have started a week ago.

I don’t remember much of the walk but I soon found myself at the counter of the pharmacy, the lady behind the counter waving her hand in front of my face.

“Sweetie? Are you okay? I understand what you’re feeling."

No, you don’t. How could you know what I feel?

“It’s a big shock. I hope you get the answer you want.”

She had a sweet face, like she actually cared about every person she came across.

I hate it.

I painted on my biggest fake smile, nodded and grabbed the paper bag off the counter before leaving the store.

What do I do if it’s true? Billy still had no idea about me, he hadn’t even told me he loved me back. We hadn’t talked about it again, just went on like it never happened. If he didn’t love me back then I didn’t want to hound him into saying something he didn’t mean.

Do I tell Steve? What can he do about it?

He’ll force me to tell Billy.

I chewed on my fingers while I waited.

Positive.

Shit shit shit.

It was me.

I don't remember getting in the shower. Or grabbing a blade. But I came to dripping ice cold water and blood.

Shaking, I clambered out of the tub, collapsing in a heap on the floor. If I wasn’t good enough for him to love me before he definitely wouldn’t now that I’d be fatter. Or do I get rid of it? What the hell am I going to do? How do you tell someone that you were raped when they weren’t around to protect you?

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Nancy and Steve had told me to come to this party, they seemed worried that I hadn’t come to school the last couple days.

Just had a stomach bug, I told them.

Actually, I had been laying in my bed, barely moving, slicing myself open to feel something and drinking constantly. To be honest, I could use the distraction and since I had already spent the past couple days drinking, I figured what’s the harm.

“C'mon Cat, it’ll be fun! You seem so down, come have fun with us!”

Nancy had promised that her and Steve would be there but when I arrived they were nowhere to be found.

Billy was here this time, bare chested and ready to drink as he lead the way through the crowds towards the kitchen. At least someone was there for me.

“Drink?” He asked, grabbing a couple cups of beer.

“Please,” I nodded, taking the cup and chugging half of it at once.

He chuckled, “easy. I know you pre-gamed already, you trying to out drink me?”

I grinned and slammed back the last of my cup, reaching for a refill, “yep. Might even challenge your keg time later."

"I'd like to see you try," he challenged.

So I did.

I made my way outside, let Billy hold me upside down as the crowd counted. Sputtered and spilled beer down my face at barely half his time.

"Our new Keg Queen!" Billy cheered as he let me down.

The crowd surged, roaring together as a unit.

I was a god here.

A god amongst men, gracing them with my presence.

Their queen.

I was dancing with Billy in the living room, a mash of sweaty bodies all around us. His hands were all over me, gripping at my hips, grazing up my stomach towards my breasts. One arm wrapped around my throat, bumping my chin as he tried to pull me into a kiss.

Hands. Everywhere.

Pushing, pulling.

I couldn’t, couldn’t fucking breathe.

“Billy,” I mumbled, pushing my hands against his chest, “I need to go,” I stumbled past him and ran out the front door, heaving into the lawn.

“What’s wrong? Cat?” He called, coming after me.

He found me curled in a ball on the grass after puking my guts out and chuckled.

“It's hard being keg royalty,” he joked, rubbing my back as I shook, "you get used to it."

I wiped my mouth, my heart still racing as flashes of memories played in my mind. Being carried away, a hand on my mouth. Hands, grabbing. Positive.

“I’m good,” I shakily got off the ground, pulling on Billy’s arm for support.

“Just need another drink.”

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I don’t remember getting home that night but I woke up alone in my house with a pounding headache and the need to puke.

I was hugging the toilet, contemplating my life when I noticed the wetness filling my underwear. I looked down at my pants to see them full of blood and had a weird conflict of emotions flood my mind. Sick satisfaction that my problem had been solved, relief that I wouldn’t have to tell anyone and despair for what happened to me. I stalked down to my mother’s liquor cabinet and picked out a bottle, taking a large swig before going back to the bathroom to shower off the blood and the acidic stench of puke.

I had been in the shower for a while when I heard Steve’s voice echoing through the house, “Cat? You alive in here?"

I cocked my head and moaned, my head pounding still. Steve followed the sound of water and knocked on the bathroom door. When I didn’t say anything, he opened the door and could see me sitting in the tub, blood running down the drain.

He instantly panicked, “jesus, Cat! What happened?!”

He pulled on my arms, wincing when he saw new dark red lines marring my arms and looking confused when he saw that that wasn’t where the blood was coming from.

“It was me,” I slurred, trying to pull my arms back.

“What? What was you? Are you okay?” He questioned, reaching over me to turn off the water.

“Pregnant,” I whispered, looking at the floor of the tub.

It took him a second to connect what I was saying, his eyes growing wide once he figured it out and dropping my hands.

“Shit.”

I snorted, “yeah, shit.”

"Okay, w-well it's okay. We can figure this out, I can," he shook his head a little, "I can get some money...to help you."

I sniffed and dropped my head to my knees.

"If, if you want to keep it or...if you don't, I'll be there. I'll support you."

I shook my head and turned my face to him, my lips pulled tight.

He laid a warm hand on my shoulder and offered a sweet smile, "I will. I'll be there the whole time, go to any appointments with you and-"

"It's gone, Steve."

"What?"

"There's no baby."

He deflated a little, "oh...Cat, I..I'm-"

"It's...just help me out?"

He nodded, turned around to grab a towel for me and helped me out of the tub, frowning when he saw more new marks littering my hips.

Steve helped me get dressed in one of Billy’s shirts and a large pair of sweatpants after walking me to my bedroom, both of us totally silent. I clambered into my bed and stared at the wall, feeling empty and cried out.

Steve cleared his throat, making me look over at him.

“Do you want me to call someone? Should I call Billy? Do you want me to leave? What can I do?” He twisted his hands together, fidgeting uncomfortably.

I scooted over and opened my comforter, shaking my head, “haven’t told him, Stevie, I can’t tell him. ’M a-a fuckin coward.”

Steve frowned and sat on the bed, his back against the headboard and pulled the blanket over himself. I shuffled over until I was curled into his lap, my head against his chest and sighed.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Cat?” He carefully put his hands around me, rubbing my arm gently.

“Billy doesn’t love me,” I whispered, my voice as hollow as my chest felt.

“I-I’m sure he does,” he stammered, “he’s just less of a lover and more of a fighter, y'know? He wouldn’t be with you and not having sex if he didn’t have feelings for you, right?”

“I guess.”

“Are you gunna talk to him?”

I sighed, “I don’t know Stevie, what if he don’t love me? What if I’m too, too fucking fucked up and he leaves? What if he thinks I’m gross? How do I tell him? How do you bring this shit up?” I rambled, my words slurring more as I started getting tired.

“If he leaves, he’s the fucked up one. You’re not gross,” he soothed, smoothing down my hair. “I’m not sure how you’re going to tell him. But I’m here though, if you need me to be there when you talk to him, you just let me know. Nance and I broke up so I have all the time in the world,” his laugh after was forced, masking how hurt he really felt.

I frowned, squeezing him tight, “oh, Stevie. You’re a good one.”

He smirked, air blowing out his nose in a huffy laugh and pressed his cheek to the top of my head, letting me clutch his shirt as I fell asleep.

@charmed-asylum

#billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove series #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #billy hargrove fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

[dontyoudarejudgemesworld]

The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far: Chapter Five: Meet the Family

Alrighty peeps we’re getting into it now. The chapters from here on out wont be so time skippy as we settle into the meat of the story. This is set in late July some time after The Love God but before the Northwest Mansion Mystery. As usual it is poster here on AO3 if you prefer. Likes and feed back always appreciated. 

And with that I will scream yet another chapter into the endless sea that is the internet. Enjoy.

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Chapter Four: Meet the Family

Over the next year and a half Billie became a fairly regular fixture at the Shack. It was almost maddening the way she called to check in with Stan every few days, her mother’s death seeming to spur her on. Stan swore she was suddenly channeling Shermie in her determination to keep in touch, though, when he’d brought up the idea of introducing her to him and the rest of the family, she still protested. As far as he could figure she worried that she was too rough for them to accept, a ridiculous notion in his opinion. For starters she was a successful private investigator who was completely self made, and while he would bet hard cash that some of the people she worked for weren’t above bar that didn’t lessen her success. She was also smart as a whip, and clever as hell, everyone in town seemed to like her and she was undoubtedly kind hearted.  Sure, he might be a bit bias in his opinion of her but she was still objectively a great person to have around who would give you the shirt off her back if she thought you needed it.

Then again he could understand the way she felt. It was easy to see the same kind of quiet self loathing in her that he had. That little voice that whispered that you would never be good enough for anyone and weren’t worth knowing. He saw it flash in her eyes every time he praised her or brought up the rest of the family who were admittedly far more ‘normal’. And while he hated that she thought that of herself and wanted to shake her until she realized she was being stupid he didn’t press the issue. He realized that she all but panicked whenever he even mentioned Shermie and the rest and had noticed that when the twins were brought up at all she looked like she wanted to run for the hills. In fact, he had noticed that when she was helping out around the Shack that anytime she had to directly interact with children beyond a single question she looked like she wanted to run for the hills. So he dropped it figuring she’d come around eventually, and avoided mentioning them at all.

And if he was honest with himself, he kind of liked having her all to himself. Granted, he had to keep up the act that he was her uncle, but the affection that she gave him was something he hadnt realized he needed. She didn’t expect anything from him; he didn’t have to pretend to be a genius or look at him like he’d thrown his whole life away like Shermie did. She liked him for him and seemed to genuinely enjoy his company. The admiration she expressed at his ever expanding collection of oddities was  voiced  almost as often as Soos’, and she constantly seemed to eavesdrop on his tours caught up in his showmanship. It was nice to feel like some one really cared about him that was family. And somewhere deep down inside he was afraid if she met the rest of the family she would start seeing him as the screw up they did.

So they kept on, Billie showing up every few months for a visit. Their relationship wasn’t an openly affectionate one, instead both acting more like they tolerated each other. Much of the time was spent bickering over little things or making stupid bets over anything and everything they could. Yet, the affection they had was there, Billie cooking for them even as she loudly complained that his kitchen wasn’t suited for making a bowl of cereal or Stan calling her a moron for riding that damned bike around with busted tail light because she’d lead the cops right to him only to claim he had no idea how it got fixed by the next morning. It was a bit unconventional, but it seemed to work well for both of them. Not to mention the entertainment it added to Soos and Wendy’s life when they were constantly trying to one up the other.

And so time rolled on until one Tuesday in July Billie trudged up the road her bag slung across her back and a large box in her arms. Glancing around seeing the parking lot empty aside from Soos’ truck and Stan’s car she figured that the sticky heat that hung in the air had chased everyone into whatever cooler shelter they could find. Hopping up the steps she easily caught the handle and pushed the door open with her hip.

“Hey Stan I brought you a gold mine. I managed to get my hands on a two headed fish and a six legged chicken. I figure you can stick them together and…,” she yelled before skidding to a halt. In front of her a little girl with thick brown hair and a neon green sweater with a yellow heart stood braces gleaming as she grinned up at her,

“Hi! Do you have a two tailed rat too?” the child asked eagerly. "Uhhhhh… no?” Billie said, her eyes darting around the room for the old man before returning to the preteen who was bouncing eagerly on her heels, “Why? Do you need one?” she asked, unable to come up with anything else to say.

“No, I just thought it would be neat,” the girl told her cheerfully.

“Oh, okay, cool,” Billie said, staring at her like she had two heads, “STAN THERE’S A STRAY CHILD IN THE LIVING ROOM!” she yelled causing the girl to laugh and shake her head.

“I’m not a stay child, I’m Mabel. Stan’s my great uncle,” she told the older woman causing Billie’s eyes to widen significantly, “Who are you?”

“Uhhhhh Billie,” she replied after a second taking a step back. This wasn’t ideal, while she had not recognized her by sight, she was well aware of Mabel and her brother Mason. They were two of the five family members she’d been avoiding meeting. Feeling a light sweat break out on her body, she resisted the urge to bolt back out the door.

“Oh hey dude,” Soos said as he walked in from the gift shop raising a hand and letting out a laugh. Beside him was a boy who looked eerily similar to the girl beaming up at her who’s face pulled into a suspicious look. Mason, he had his great uncle’s nose, and his eyes; sharp and shrewd.

“Hey Soos,” she said automatically grateful for the presence of another adult at least, “Stan around?”

“Yeah, he’s in the store room. Didn’t know you were coming,” he told her and she rolled her shoulders in an uncomfortable shrug.

“Yeah, well, my bike needs a total overhaul so I dropped it off at the garage this morning,” she explained.

“Cool you can totally help me and Dipper find what whatever is stealing the extra snacks out of the store room while you’re here,” the big man laughed.

“Wait, who are you?” Mason demanded, staring at her.

“Oh dude, you don’t know her?” Soos asked, looking down at him, “She’s Billie. Her Dad is a friend of Stan’s and she stays here when she’s between jobs, man. She’s a private investigator an’ like super cool,” he chuckled and Billie couldn’t help the smile that pulled at her lips. Soos was such a sweetheart she couldn’t help but like him.

“Whoa, you’re a real PI?” Mason said, staring up at her, his suspicion disappearing to be replaced by quiet excitement.

“Like ducktective!?” Mable chimed in and Billie couldn’t help but pull a face.

“The duck is a hack,” she said automatically, the statement one she had said a million times to Stan, “He doesn’t 90% of his investigation is based on conjecture and assumed facts. Plus, he’s closer to the ground so he can find stuff way too easily.”  

“That’s what I said,” Dipper said eagerly, “So you…,”

“What the heck is all the commotion out here? I can hear… Billie!” Stan interrupted himself as he walked his eyes widening as he spotted her, “What are you doing here?!”

“My bike needs an overhaul so I figured I’d drop in since Bats said he’s gonna have to rip it apart,” she told him raising her brows, “You didn’t say you had company though, so I’ll just head over to the Twin,” she said showing the box into his arms and turning, “Nice meeting you guys”

“Wait,” Stan said, glancing down at the kids, before looking back at his daughter who looked like she was ready to run screaming from the house, “I mean you could stay here. We found an extra room,” he told her quickly causing her to cock a brow, her face falling into a skeptical look.

“You found a room?” she asked, “Stan… how on earth did you have a room you didn’t know about? You built the house,” she reminded him and he hesitated before scoffing.

“I’m old. Old people forget things,” he said matter a factly causing her to roll her eyes.

“You forgot a whole room?” she demanded, crossing her arms and resting all her weight on one hip.

“Yeah, and the wax museum,” Maple provided cheerfully causing Billie’s mouth to fall open slightly.

“You have a wax museum?” she demanded.

“Had, we had to melt them all because they were alive cause of a curse and decapitated Wax Stan,” Mabel chirped causing the older woman’s eye brows to shoot up in disbelief, “Well, Larry King’s head is still running around. We can’t get him out of the vents.”

“Well… glad to see the weirdness has cranked up to a 12. Guess the gnomes were too mundane,” she muttered and Dipper stared at her.

“Wait, you know about the gnomes?!” he demanded and she shrugged uncomfortably as both the kids’ stared up at her. Shifting nervously she rolled her shoulders again pulled at he hem of her shirt.

“Don’t everyone? I mean the dam…darn things ‘re everywhere, I always ‘ave ta chase them out of my sattle bags,” she replied casually before catching Stan staring at her like she was spilling state secrets, “What? Are we pretendin’ this place isn’t totally insane? Oh, my bad. Gnomes aren’t real and there sure as he…heck ain’t little campfires that run 'round or a weird thing that stalks you but you can’t never catch cause it’s always behind you,” she said rolling her eyes.

“Whoa, you have to stay,” Dipper said eagerly, “No one believes me about that stuff.”

“Yeah! And you can help me even out the guy vibe around here,” Mabel said happily and Billie hesitated glancing at Stan who shrugged. Widening her eyes she cocked her head at him in an effort for some help, while the kids seemed nice the thought of getting to know them freaked her out. She was just getting okay with the idea of Stan in her life, and honestly children in general freaked her out. Kids were one of those things she avoided like the plague because she didn’t want to be the reason that one of them turned out… like her.

“Your call, kid,” Stan rumbled unhelpfully, causing  Billie to let out a sigh. Looking down at the kids who stared up at her eagerly and then back at Stan who’s stoic scowl slipped for a moment his eyes widening and pleading slightly she found her excuses running dry. She had a feeling that the Twin was full up, she had passed it on the way in and saw the parking lot full. Undoubtedly exhausted travelers had stopped in an effort to escape the heat and stuffy cars. And while she was sure she could head to the next town over she didn’t want to, her bike was in the shop down town and she didn’t want to have to ride the damned bus back and forth.  

“Okay, I guess a few days wouldn’t hurt,” she sighed causing Mabel to let out a delighted squeal and longing forward to wrap her arms around her in a delighted hug causing Billie to grow up her hands in surprised alarm. Hugging wasn’t something she was a big fan of in general, it was one of those things that evoked…feelings. Looking over at Stan she hunched her shoulders and shook her head; she didn’t want to just shove the kid away but at the same time she didn’t know what else to do.

“Great! What are your feelings on glitter?” the girl demanded pulling away much to Billie’s relief though the sudden question threw her.

“It was created by Satan and should be banned from every place of existence,” Billie replied flatly taking a hesitant step back in case the girl lunged at her again.

“Hmmmm, make up?” Mabel said disapprovingly.

“Expensive an’ pointless.”

“Scrapbooking?”

“Evidence trail so no.”

“Boy bands?”

“Ummmm, nonthreatenin’?”

“Pigs?”

“Adorable, but also delicious.”

“Sweaters? Specifically knitted ones?”

“Cozy an’ underrrated.”

“Mmmmmm, we have some work to do, but you have potential,” Mabel declared squinting up at her as she rubbed her chin. Billie gave a tense smile and let out an uncomfortable laugh. Potential for what, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“Mabel stop doing…,” Stan barked gesturing at her, “….that. You okay kid?” he asked raising a brow at Dipper who stood staring opened mouth at Billie, “Yur sweatier then normal.”

“Yeah,” Dipper said his voice cracking, “Soos, Mabel I need to talk to you about…stuff,” he stammered as he backed towards the door, “So you know…we should go…talk….about stuff…outside,” he added causing Billie to raise a brow as they watched him awkwardly back out the door slamming into the door frame as he went. Soos chuckled as he followed him, Mabel running after him as she declared him a dork. Watching them go Billie shook her head before glancing at Stan.

“What in the Sam Hill, Stanford?” she demanded her head whipping over to glare at him, “Yuh couldn’t'ave mentioned yuh had them here? I talked to yuh two days ago an’ mentioned I’d be comin’ through.”

“It’s been a weird summer,” he replied with a shrug, “Come on it won’t be so bad. Besides this way you can get a feel for 'em before you introduce 'urself to the rest of 'em. If you can survive Mabel and get Dipper you can handle the rest of them no problem. Now what is this crap?” he asked shaking the box she’d handed him.

“A two 'eaded fish and six legged chicken. Real ones, not like the half asses crap yuh usually put out,” she told him a hint of annoyance lingering in her words.

“Yeah well we’ll see about that,” he scoffed

~*~

“What is your deal?” Mabel asked as she watched her twin pace back and forth babbling excitedly as he paged through the journal,

“Dude, you’re freakin’ out,” Soos told him and the boy stopped his eyes wide with excitement as he stared at them like they’d missed something.

“Didn’t you see her hand” he asked his voice high with excitement.

“What?” Mabel asked her face twisting in confusion.

“Her hand. Her left hand has six fingers,” he insisted only to receive raised brows from his sister and a head cock from Soos causing him to let out an exasperated sigh, “She had six fingers guys!”

“Bro you’re loosing me here,” Mabel told him shaking her head.

“Yeah, I mean it’s kind of weird but…,” Soos told him and he rolled his eyes as he snapped the journal closed holding the battered leather cover up to them.

“Her left hand has six fingers,” he repeated slowly, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as they caught up to him.

“No way,” Mabel said her voice airy with awe.

“Dude,” Soos droned staring at the golden emblem on the front, “Dude!”

“I know!” Dipper said his voice almost shouting as he flipped the book around to start at it, “I mean I assumed the author was a guy but…that can’t be just a coincidence. I mean she knows about the gnomes and she said something about the Hide Behind I think,” he said as he flipped through the journal. “All summer we’ve been looking for the author in town but what if they hid the book because they were leaving town?” he mused his words all but running together.

“But Dipper that book is like a hundred years old, and she’s like twenty,” Mabel said pumping the breaks as usual. Pausing Dipper’s brows scrunched together in thought. That was true, and it said that the author had been studying the place for six year after traveling around. And while she could have started the journal when she was a kid it seemed like the author wrote like an adult.

“Wait, what if she’s like the author’s daughter,” Soos said causing them to look at him, “I mean she just showed up a few years ago. Like one day she was just there, but she comes to town like all the time. And she’s always going out in the forest. Maybe she’s looking for him too dude,” he suggested and Dipper once again wondered at Soos strange brand of insight.

“So what? You gonna ask her?” Mabel demanded and Dipper’s mouth twisted in contemplation.

“Mmmmm, maybe we should see if we can find anything out first. You’re good at getting people to tell you things.”

“It’s one of my talents,” Mabel said proudly.

“Right, so you find out what you can about her. She has to have something to do with the journals,” he said sternly, “We’re on the edge of finding out something big I just know it.”

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #au gravity falls #stan pines #billie pine #the apple doesnt fall far #AO3 #gf #dipper pines #mabel pines #pines family #pines family bonding #illegitimate pines #Mystery Shack #still suck at hashtags

[hunnywrites]

Growing Pains: Chapter Three

Summary: Life is hard when you’re about to turn 18. It’s even harder when you realize you might be completely out of love with your long time boyfriend, and you can’t stop thinking about the new boy in town.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC, Steve Harrington/OFC

A/N: I find myself saying wow, poor Teddi and Steve while writing this, but mostly...poor Hopper. Let him rest. 

The sun was barely up. Hopper was at the stove, dressed in his uniform pants and an undershirt, scrambling eggs and tossing a few slices of bacon into a pan. Teddi was in the bathroom that the three of them shared, applying sunscreen to her face and trying to stay upright. She hadn’t slept very well the night before. She blamed Billy and Steve. It felt like she had been laying there in bed for hours, arguing with herself over whether breaking up with Steve was a good idea or not. 

Teddi sighed, applying her lip gloss before tossing it back into her bag. She pinched her cheeks, trying to add a little color in an attempt to make herself look more lively. El was shuffling out of her room when Teddi walked out, her sister rubbing sleepily at her eyes and heading over to the fridge for some orange juice. 

“Boy, you two look rough,” Hopper observed, plating the scrambled eggs and bacon for the three of them. “You two stay up late watching that uh...what’s it called? The one with that giant flying dog...thing?”

“Neverending Story.” the girls said at the same time.

Hopper smiled, placing their breakfast at the table. “Right. Neverending Story.”

“I just didn’t sleep very well,” Teddi said with a shrug. “El was on the phone all night.” she said, looking over at her sister with a teasing smile. She had assumed she was up talking to Mike. She could hear her sister’s talking animatedly and giggling all night. 

El’s cheeks didn’t turn the deep pink color Teddi had been expecting. Eleven sat up straighter in her seat, looking more awake suddenly and looking over at her dad hopefully. “Can I sleep at Max’s?” she asked. Teddi dropped her fork, sputtering loudly. Hopper looked at the two like they’d suddenly sprouted wings. 

“Max?” Hopper asked, patting Teddi’s back roughly until she stopped choking. Teddi cleared her throat, throwing a thumbs up at him before taking a large drink of her orange juice. “That sounds like a boy’s name. What happened to Mike?” 

“Max is a girl, dad,” Teddi said with an eye roll. “She’s new. She comes into the arcade a lot. Since when are the two of you friends?” 

“We hung out at the arcade yesterday,” El said with a shrug. “Billy dropped her off.” she looked at Teddi with that secret smile of hers. Teddi glared at her sister. 

Hopper looked between his two daughters, frowning. “Who’s Billy?” 

“Max’s brother.” Teddi said quickly.

“...Why do I feel like there’s something going on here that you two don’t want me to know about?” he asked, watching the two of them over the rim of his coffee mug as he took a slow drink.

“There’s not.” the two girls said together.

The three of them were quiet for a moment before Hopper let out a sigh, shaking his head. “You know what? I don’t wanna know. You can stay at Max’s tonight. What about you, Ted? You seeing Steve tonight or do you wanna hang out with your old man?” 

Teddi smiled a little and shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. We’ve been planning to go to the movies for like a week now.” she muttered. 

Hopper let out a grumble, pouting a little. “...Maybe I should date too. Is Cher still with Gregg Allman?” Teddi and Eleven looked at each other before breaking out into a fit of giggles. Hopper grinned proudly like he always did whenever he got one of his girls to laugh. “What? You guys don’t think I could get Cher?”

Teddi’s giggles died down and she shook her head. “Of course you could, dad.” she reached over, patting him on the shoulder. “I gotta get to the pool. You need a ride anywhere, Ellie Bean?” El shook her head, and Teddi took her plate to the sink before grabbing her bag. “Later!” she called over her shoulder before heading out to her van.

She was the first one to arrive at the pool. That was usually the case in the morning. So while she waited for Freddy to show up, she pulled her copy of Dracula out of her bag. This was probably her third time reading it. Next to the Fellowship of the Ring it was one of her favorite books. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she had been there reading in her car, but the sound of a familiar rumbling engine pulled her from the book. 

Billy pulled up next to her van. He looked over, doing a double take when he realized Teddi was there. He cut the engine, sliding out of the Camaro and walking over to the van, leaning against the passenger’s side and peering into the window. He grinned at her. “We gotta stop meeting like this.”

Teddi let out a small laugh. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have some other girl to annoy?”

“Nah. You’re the only girl I like to annoy,” his grin turned into a smirk at the way she blushed. Billy pulled out his smokes, lighting one before offering it to Teddi. She shook her head. “I got an interview today. I heard you guys have a lifeguard spot open.” that made perfect sense to Teddi. Of course Billy could be a lifeguard. 

“Of course you wanna work where I work. Are you sure you’re not stalking me?” she teased.

“I thought you worked at the arcade?” 

Teddi shook her head. “This is just on weekends. I work at the arcade and the video store during the week. I’m trying to save up.” 

“Oh yeah? For what?” 

She didn’t really know if she was honest. College?  A place of her own? “...I guess I haven’t really decided yet.” she said with a small laugh. 

Billy seemed surprisingly understanding. He blew out a cloud of smoke, nodding to the book in her hands. “Whatcha readin’?” Teddi held the book up to show him the cover. Billy smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Vampires?” 

Teddi scoffed. “It’s more than just vampires. It’s about love, and temptation, and...self identity-” the irony of how those themes mirrored her own life currently wasn’t lost on her. Billy smirked at her, like he somehow knew what she was thinking. 

“Oh yeah? Sounds pretty hot,” Teddi rolled her eyes at him. “So you’re into all this weird shit, huh? Max is too.” his tone wasn’t as judgemental as she had been expecting. He seemed more amused than anything. 

Teddi smiled, shrugging. “It’s not weird to me.” 

Billy watched her cooly for a moment, blowing out another cloud of smoke. “Don’t you ever do anything fun?” 

Teddi shot him a look. “I do plenty of fun stuff.” she argued. 

The smirk was back. “With Steve?” Teddi knew that Billy didn’t think much of Steve. It was obvious. She could admit that it drove her crazy that Billy seemed to act like he knew everything about her in the two days that they had known each other. Or maybe it annoyed her that somehow he did seem to know her so well.

She didn’t have time for the snappy comeback she had ready. A car door shut loudly next to her, and Heather came running over to Teddi’s window. “Tell me all about the kinky sex!” Heather said with a wide grin, propping her arms up in the window. 

Teddi looked at her best friend with wide eyes. “Heather-” 

“What?” she looked over, her own eyes going wide when she noticed Billy. He was smiling, looking between the two girls expectantly. “Oh...hi!” she said with an awkward laugh. “I’m Heather...um, Teddi I’m gonna head inside. I’ll see you later.” she ran off without another word. 

Billy smirked over at her, Teddi groaning. “Kinky sex?”

Teddi pinched the bridge of her nose. “It’s a long story. Don’t get too excited,” she nodded to a green car that was pulling into the driveway. “That’s Freddy. Good luck with the interview.” she said, shoving her book back into her bag. 

“Don’t need it,” Billy winked at her. “Later, Weird Girl.” he threw a wave over his shoulder, heading over towards Freddy. Teddi let out a shaky breath, sliding out of the van and heading into the girl’s locker room. Heather was waiting for her there. 

“Oh my god,” Heather gasped, letting out a laugh. “I totally didn’t see him there. Who is he?” 

“His name’s Billy. He just moved here last week,” Teddi peeled off her shorts and tank top that she’d thrown on over her swimsuit, tossing them into her locker along with her bag. “He’s kind of a pain in the ass.” 

Heather scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Who cares? That’s the kinda guy you get into some light BDSM with.”

Teddi gaped at her, laughing. “Heather.” Heather only shrugged. Teddi shook her head. “Cool your jets, huh? I’m not having sex with anyone.” 

“Wait, what? What about the movie date with Steve?” the two girls headed out of the locker room and out to the pool, the pair linking arms. Teddi sighed heavily.

“He cancelled on me. He took a double shift at work.” 

Heather scrunched up her nose and groaned softly. “That definitely doesn’t help his case...what about Billy?” she asked, wriggling her eyebrows. 

Teddi shot her a tired look. “What about him?” 

“Well...you were just saying how you weren’t gonna be able to meet anyone new if you and Steve took a break. He’s new.” of course Teddi had considered this already. But she had told herself over and over how completely and utterly shitty it would be for her to do. 

Teddi smiled over at Heather. “Aren’t you supposed to be convincing me to work things out with Steve?” 

“Not if you’re miserable. We’re best friends. We’re supposed to want what’s best for each other.” she reminded her. But was Billy really what was best for her? She barely knew him.

Teddi’s head fell back as she let out a groan. “Do you wanna trade lives me and deal with my problems?”

Heather let out a snort. “With Steve? No thanks. But I’d be willing to suffer through for Billy.” 

The two girls broke out into quiet laughter, the both of them looking over their shoulders to make sure Freddy and Billy weren’t around to hear them. “Okay, okay. I gotta go set up for my class. Later, Holloway.”

“Later, Larsson.” Heather said, bumping her hip against Teddi’s before heading off to the Lifeguard’s chair.

 Teddi’s class went off without a hitch just like it always did. About half of her class had been picked up by their parents, the rest of them splashing around in the shallow end of the pool. Teddi was over by the locker rooms, towelling her hair off. She was a little surprised to see Billy make his way around the corner. 

He stopped when he saw her, the two made eye contact as Teddi dried the water from her neck, chest and arms. Billy didn’t bother trying to hide the way he looked her up and down slowly or the way he ran his tongue across his bottom lip. Teddi tilted her head as he walked over to her, smiling wryly at him. “Don’t you have any shame?” she asked. 

“Nope.” he grinned, leaning against the wall. He was close enough that Teddi was overcome with his woody, spearmint smell. 

“How’d the interview go?” she asked, wrapping the towel around her. 

“I start Monday,” Teddi’s stomach did a flip. The two watched each other for a few moments. “So, listen. I wanted to ask-”

“Teddi!” Billy and Teddi both looked to see Steve headed in their direction, waving at his girlfriend with a wide smile. Billy let out an annoyed sound, taking a step back from the blonde. 

Teddi waved at Steve, turning back to Billy with an expectant look. “What were you gonna ask?”

“Forget it,” he muttered as Steve walked up to them. “I’ll see you around, Teddi. Later, Shawn.” he didn’t wait for an answer. Billy turned and stalked off, Teddi frowning after him. 

Steve blinked a few times. “It’s Steve…” he corrected, shaking his head and turning back to Teddi. “Hey, isn’t that that jerk from the arcade the other night?” he asked, jabbing his thumb in Billy’s direction.

“Yeah, he had an interview with Freddy.”

Steve flashed a lopsided grin. “Of all the places he could work, huh?” he joked, leaning in to kiss Teddi. “Hi.” he smiled down at her. 

Teddi let out an awkward laugh. “Yeah...hi. What’re you doing here?” 

“I’m here for the movie rain check. I felt like total shit about last night. So I’m all yours for the rest of the night.” he ran his hand up and down her arms. 

Teddi smiled up at him, bouncing gently on the balls of her feet. “Yeah? Okay. Just let me go shower off. I’ll be right back.” she reached up to kiss him before hurrying inside of the girl’s locker room. This had to mean something, right? She was excited about a date with Steve. He was making up for cancelling on her. Maybe things weren’t as bleak as thought. 

—-

Teddi had of course loved the movie. She was a sucker for anything with zombies. Afterwards she and Steve had walked over to Scoops Ahoy and split a sundae before heading back to Steve’s. His parents weren’t home. Apparently they were off at some big dinner with an important business partner of his dad’s. 

“Oh, look at that...an empty house…” Steve said as they walked in. Teddi squealed as Steve scooped her up in his arms. “What do you say, wanna head upstairs?” he asked, wriggling his eyebrows at her. 

Teddi let out a giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck. “...If I have to.” she teased. Steve scoffed, heading up the stairs and to his bedroom. He set Teddi down at the foot of his bed, his hands on her waist as he kissed her. Teddi’s hands travelled down Steve’s chest, grabbing fists full of the end of his shirt before she tried to pull it off.

Steve laughed, pulling away from her and helped her get his shirt off. He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek softly. “What’s the rush, Ted?” 

She didn’t really have an answer for that. Maybe she was trying to make up for the guilty feelings she had. Maybe she was hoping that if she was with Steve intimately all of her feelings she’d had in the beginning would come rushing back. “...Does it mattter?” 

Steve was silent for a moment before he nodded. “Good point.” he picked Teddi up, her legs locking around his waist as their lips met roughly. They fell back onto Steve’s bed. He pulled away from her, peeling her shirt off much more slowly than she had yanked his off. Teddi’s hands tangled into his hair as Steve’s lips found a home just above her collar bone. 

Teddi found herself staring at the framed picture of a red sports car that hung above Steve’s desk, waiting for Steve to move on. Her stomach dropped. Was this it? Was she just not simply attracted to Steve anymore? She sighed.

Steve pulled away from Teddi, looking down at her with a concerned expression. Teddi pressed her swollen lips together, her eyebrows raised as she ran her hands up Steve’s bare chest. His lips were slick from her lip gloss. “Is everything okay?” she asked. 

Steve smiled, letting out an awkward laugh as he hovered over her. “...I was gonna ask you the same thing. You seem...off,” he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Where’re you at, Teddi Girl?” he asked softly. 

“I’m fine,” she lied. “I’m just a little tired, I guess...” 

It was obvious that Steve hadn’t bought then lie. His smile faded, and he pulled even further away from her.  “...Maybe we should pump the breaks on this,” Steve rolled over onto his side, laying down next to Teddi. She didn’t argue with him. Her arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to cover herself a bit more as the two laid there silently. 

“Okay...” Steve finally said with a sigh. “You’ve been acting weird ever since I brought that whole marriage thing up. I told you that wasn’t something we had to worry about any time soon.” 

Teddi sighed, covering her face with her hands. “It’s not that...I mean it is, but…” how could she possibly explain it? How could she tell him how she was feeling without absolutely shattering their relationship?

Steve was quiet for a moment. “...Do you not want this anymore?” 

Teddi sat up, shaking her head wildly. “No, no. That’s not what I’m saying, Steve. I just...I don’t know what I want,” she huffed out. “I promise it’s not you-” 

Steve let out a dry laugh. “That’s not anything I haven’t heard before…” 

Teddi turned to him, taking Steve’s hand in hers. “I mean it. It’s me,” her eyes were beginning to pool with tears. She was a horrible person. Steve was trying so hard to make her happy and he had no idea that she was considering ending their relationship, much less that she couldn’t get herself to stop thinking about Billy. “I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore.” she sniffed, tears running freely down her cheeks. 

Steve watched her with wide eyes, almost like he didn’t know what to do. He took Teddi into his arms. “Hey, hey, hey. What are you talking about?” he asked softly. “You’re Teddi. You’re beautiful, and amazing, and...I don’t think there could ever be anything wrong with you.” he said with a soft laugh. Steve pulled away from her, taking Teddi’s face in his hands. 

She wished she could make herself love Steve the way that she had in the beginning. She wished she could turn the clocks back just a year earlier when she had been nothing but a stupid kid who hadn’t realized she was so unhappy. She wished she could be the girl that Steve deserved. “...I think I wanna go home.” she said quietly. 

Of course Steve didn’t argue. They got dressed, and they made the painfully long and painfully silent drive back to her house. “Call me later okay? Please?” Steve asked as they sat outside of the cabin. Teddi only nodded. She didn’t move when he leaned into kiss her. She muttered a quiet goodbye, hurrying from the car and up the porch steps. Tears were running down her cheeks again. 

Hopper was in his recliner watching Magnum PI. When Teddi walked in he did a double take, sitting up when he saw his daughter crying. “...You okay, Kiddo?” he asked, getting up from his seat and heading over to Teddi. 

Teddi wiped her eyes roughly with the heels of her palms, her breath coming out a little shaky. “I- I need to talk to you.” 

Her dad nodded, placing a comforting hand on her back. Hopper hadn’t seen Teddi this upset since New York. “Yeah, yeah. We can talk. Come on.” he said quietly, leading her over to the couch. 

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington

[one-soul-two-brothers]

one-soul-two-brothers’ ultimate fic recs: wincest edition (part II)

how I chose these: Wincest fics are my (other) absolute faves to read First time fics are the best I like them to keep some semblance of canon Happy endings are a requirement A fic doesn’t have to have sex to be good (but it doesn’t hurt) They have all been thoroughly vetted (aka I’ve read them all at least twice, and will definitely be reading them all again) 

ENJOY!

best SELF HARM / ED

title: Brittle rating: explicit word count: 30k summary: Sam Winchester has an eating disorder. excerpt: They pass another mile marker and Sam takes another bite, chews it over contentedly and Dean’s smile dulls a fraction. He eases up off the gas and waits, and waits, and waits. Sam doesn’t take another bite until they come up on another mile marker. Dean speeds up. The next bite comes faster, at the next mile marker. When Dean laughs again it’s edging into mania. anna’s notes: Hands down one of my all-time favorites. It’s so well-written, it incorporates canon seamlessly, and it’s completely believable. Just...go read it. Now.

title: My Only Home rating: explicit word count: 13k summary: Dean's been gone a while, running wild with a twisted soul and black eyes. When Sam finally brings him back, Dean realizes his little brother hasn't been doing well in his absence, and he has more important things to worry about than what he did as a demon. excerpt: Dean’s human again and Sam should eat something but he can’t. Instead he takes another sip of the whiskey and swears he can feel it collecting hot in his otherwise empty belly. He’s never had a relapse like this before, even though pushing his plate away has remained a default response for him any time they fight. If he and Dean are in the thick of it, Sam can’t eat, but usually they make up pretty quick. All the years and miles between them and the desperation has never really subsided. They never did do so well with words, anyway. They’ve always said everything they needed to without them – with touches, kisses, teeth and hands. Sam needs that right now, he needs it the way he’s always needed it, but he won’t go to Dean. He needs his big brother, but he knows that the only thing that matters is that they’re together again at all; the rest has to be Dean’s choice.

best DRUNK DIAL

title: Moderation Itself rating: explicit word count: 4100 summary: The brothers get into a fight (over something stupid, of course) and Sam leaves. The absence stretches from weeks to months, and one night Dean can’t take it anymore and drunk-dials Sam, leaving a very non-brotherly message. excerpt: The next day, he hit Florida. He spent three days in Jacksonville, killing a water spirit like something out of Greek mythology, and then he was on the road again, passing through Georgia and Alabama and on up into Tennessee. Next thing he knew, it'd been a week since he'd gotten laid, and then two. It wasn't that he didn't have opportunities—hell, he was Dean Winchester, chicks practically fell onto his dick every time he walked into a bar—he just couldn't stop thinking about Sam, and how Sam apparently wanted to fuck Dean so bad that he'd up and left—Sam, his baby brother, who Dean had spent his whole fucking life trying to protect.

best FUCK OR DIE

title: Who Looks Inside, Awakes rating: explicit word count: 6600 summary: Dean finds himself the victim of spirit which drains life by inducing erotic nightmares. There's only one solution, but he doesn't like it. He doesn't like it at all...

best WEECEST

title: It Started Out With A Kiss rating: explicit word count: 17k summary: Sam has a date. That's not the problem. The problem is that Sam's asking Dean to teach him how to kiss. The problem is that this kiss changes everything. anna’s notes: I’m not a big fan of weecest in general (mainly because I like later-season fics) but this one is cute. And Sam is 17 here.

best MPREG

title: Riot Gear rating: mature word count: 21k summary: Shortly before they ganked Dick Roman Sam became pregnant. He either knew and didn't tell Dean because he didn't want to give Dean any more pressure or he had no idea at all. The stress and trauma of seeing Dean and Cas disappear along with Crowley taking off with Kevin sends Sam into a downward spiral. The added stress from hitting Riot causes Sam to have a miscarriage. Sam spends time recovering physically, but not emotionally, with Amelia who knows not to ask about the baby.When Dean gets back and reams Sam out for not looking for him, Sam can't bring himself to tell Dean what happened. He thinks Dean will blame him for losing their kid and that it'll be the final straw. anna’s notes: This is the first mpreg I’ve ever read mostly because I think it’s kinda weird. But I actually really liked this one! It’s totally heartbreaking (but it does eventually have a happy ending.)

best PLOT WHAT PLOT

title: You’re Possessing Me rating: explicit word count: 3200 summary: Dean goes looking for something to get himself off to--he's in no way expecting to stumble on porn vids of Sam. But now that he has, he's becoming obsessed.

title: untitled rating: explicit word count: 1000 summary: Dean buys a “create-a-cock” vibrator kit. excerpt: “You don’t think it’d be beneficial to you to watch me fuck myself using it? Or if we had to spend the night apart on a case or something, and you could watch how much I miss you on your laptop?” Dean stalks up to Sam, getting into his space and hooking his fingers into the belt loops of his jeans. “That doesn’t sound like anything you’d like at all?”

title: Nothing Is Enough For Me rating: explicit word count: 3300 summary: Sam uses the hotel shampoo and it causes an unexpected reaction.  excerpt: Without taking his eyes off the road, Dean reaches over and pushes Sam’s hair back behind his ear. His fingers slide through the silky strands and his fingertips graze Sam’s temple, tracing almost delicately over the curve of Sam’s ear before pulling away. It’s a simple, casually intimate gesture, something that would normally make Sam grin like a dork at the display of sweetness from his brother. Only today, whatever the shampoo was doing to Sam’s scalp made Dean’s touch race through him like an electric pulse. It sent goosebumps spreading down his arms and sides, even making his nipples hard. His eyes practically roll back in his head and he shudders in his Fed suit like Dean had just run his fingernails hard up Sam’s naked back.

best SEASON 12 CODAS  (episodes 1-11)

title: untitled (12x02) summary: Fix-it for the missing Brother Hug. anna’s notes: Ficlet. Shameless self-promo.

title: untitled (12x02) summary: The aftermath of Sam’s torture. anna’s notes: Ficlet.

title: First Crush (12x03) summary: Sam tells Mary about his first crush. anna’s notes: Ficlet. Probably my favorite ficlet ever.

title: untitled (12x07) summary: Sam’s stronger than Lucifer. anna’s notes: Ficlet.

title: Your Billie Will Explode if You Mix Them with Soda (12x09) rating: mature word count: 1140 summary: A short coda to "First Blood": what happened when they died. excerpt: “You will let us into our heaven while we’re dead.” “You must be joking.” “Non-negotiable.” “I hope you two decide it’s gonna be you, Dean.” “Yeah, I get that.”

title: Like A Virgin (12x09) excerpt: Circumstances being what they were, lube was not an option, so as soon as he bent Sam over and shoved Sam’s prison uniform down his body Dean spit into his palm, fingers circling Sam’s hole. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Dean murmured in awe. “Like a fucking virgin again.” anna’s notes: Ficlet. Disgustingly hot.

title: After Blood (12x09) rating: explicit word count: 1244 summary: Sam and Dean take comfort in each other. excerpt: But when Billie had asked the question, when Dean had looked at Sam for what could have been the last time? He didn’t want to leave him, but he knew there was no way he could lose him either.

title: Coda 12.11 excerpt: The brother that had come in on the tail end of all of that had startled the living fuck out of him. There’d been no way to dodge the messy truth that had hit him like a hammer to the chest a moment later, and it had left a heart-deep, bone-deep bruise that Dean was pretty sure was going to hurt until he died. Because he’d known even then, amid the fading violet glow from the grimoire, that he couldn’t, wouldn’t, tell Sam about this, couldn’t ask the kid for this... anna’s notes: Ficlet. A+.

title: Distraction (12x11) rating: teen+ word count: 2200 summary: Losing his memories means that Dean loses inhibitions Sam didn't even know he had. excerpt: Dean’s smirk is fully back in place. He’s still up against the wall where Sam had pushed him, still shirtless and of course, still stunning. He licks his lips oh so slowly, eyes sliding down Sam’s body to where Sam is still hard in his pants. Sam’s breath is still coming short, and he scrambles for a way to stop this while he still can. Dean is like a child, he thinks, frustrated because Dean has always been better with kids than he has. What would he do with a child who wanted to do something they shouldn’t?

title: Until You Come Back Home (12x11) rating: mature word count: 4800 excerpt: Cas wonders, as he often does, if he should tell Sam that he knows what it really is that he needs. He decides that tonight, after all these years, he finally will. They’re not getting any younger, after all, and he’s mainly stayed out of it because he didn’t truly believe that two people so singularly and utterly devoted could be that stubborn and obtuse. It’s maddening, and it almost seems purposeful, how they ignore each others’ signals, like they each have that secret locked down so tight (out of shame, probably, or guilt), each other’s light can’t get through. It’s tragic, almost, if he’s being completely honest. anna’s notes: Okay but this is just fan-fucking-tastic. Starts off from Castiel’s POV but changes to the brothers’. First time, super sweet, just...so good. Go read it.

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Mysteries of the Q Files

Chapter 13: The Cool Kids

Dressed like Hunters and ready for action, Trick and Naomi made their way to Billy’s house overlooking the town. Billy’s popularity for last year and this year had landed him the second place slot in the lineup of Halloween parties. It boggled Trick’s mind that in this modern era, there would still be people who made such a big deal of Halloween and that these high school students had even put together this system at all. But looking at the home Trick had a better idea of what put this all together: money.

With much haggling and negotiation, Trick had gotten his mother to rent them a moped in order to get around without being compromised. They dismounted now and stood for a moment to stare up at the house. In the night, with lights and loud music, the building looked daunting. Trick could feel almost a selfish sort of excitement well up. Instead of the stupid pass times and backwards social finagling, he and Naomi would be solving the wackiest mystery he’d ever come across. He was ready to analyze, hypothesize, and get to the bottom of all this monster business.

It was clear Billy’s parents were loaded, from the size of the house and the party. They also didn’t care what their son did apparently, from the reckless abandon of the party. Naomi had told Trick that the police would probably not get involved, because the town wanted to protect their sports assets. And kids will be kids of course. Popularity got one far in this place. The extent to which the game influenced everyone here astounded Trick.

How can such a place even exist, he thought for the thousandth time.  

Trick led Naomi through the front door and into the spacious entry way and guest room. There was a projector up throwing swirling colors and a beat line as hip hop music thudded over everyone’s conversations. The smell of beer and weed wafted through the air and assailed their noses. Naomi made a face and shut her eyes as though she could barely deal with the whole situation. Trick could hardly blame her. He had been to these kind of parties before, obviously, but they were always too loud and plain stupid. Really, you came here for the free food, to chat it up, and to get the lowdown on the gossip that would be fresh on everyone’s lips come Monday. There was the thrill of not getting caught, but that particular high had worn off for Trick long ago.

They kept close as Trick looked around for Rachel. He had texted her that he was going to be present and that they should meet up to discuss some things about what was going on. Texting was all well and good, but speaking face to face said so much about the informant and the information they were giving you. It was also a lot faster and easier to fact check based off of body language and word choice. Trick was an expert at the game after all.

“Trick, you’re right. These people here are really unbelievable. Who actually finds a party like this fun?”

He swiveled to give Naomi a surprised look. “What? Have you not been to something like this before?”

Naomi shook her head. “My idea of a fun party is some pizza and spaghetti with a few friends and a movie. If we’re feeling particularly wild, we’ll guzzle Mountain Dew and play Halo online.”

Trick chuckled, “Nerd.”

“And you are obsessed with this kind of stuff,” she shot back, almost stepping on his foot.

Trick jumped out of the way and then said, “Alright, we’ll get the information we need and then get out of here. We still have to make it to Camille’s Diner before it gets too late, right? So let’s get going and not bicker and argue about who’s weirder than who.”

“Agreed, because we already know who that is,” Naomi said, giving him a pointed look.

Trick just laughed and moved on. Rachel was waiting outside in the back by a table with lots of beer bottles on it. Most of them empty or half drunk. She herself looked as though she had had a few drinks, and not just because of the bottle in her hand. The gossiper would probably be the object of gossip before the night was out. Trick took a turn to shake his head at the situation.

“So I finally get to meet the eye in the sky, Rachel,” He said suavely. “I’m Trick, your recent pen pal.”  

At first the tall, dark girl looked a little confused but then she brightened, showing very white teeth. She then laughed, showing a tongue piercing. And that’s still a thing, too? She looked down at him and continued to laugh.

“What are you supposed to be?”

“A hunter,” Trick shrugged.

“But where’s your gun,” Rachel giggled.

“From Supernatural. That kind of a hunter, and we keep them in our cars,” Trick managed to smile back. Crap! She’s totally different in person. This might make things a little too interesting.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet in the flesh. Especially since you are easy on the eyes.”

Naomi rolled her eyes before giving Trick an exasperated glare.

“Thank you Rachel. But where’s your costume?”

“I’m drunk,” she said, spreading out her arms. “It’s one of the easiest costumes I know!”

“Not very creative,” Naomi grumbled.

“And who is this Trick?”

“Naomi, my partner in crime and monster slaying,” Trick answered. It suddenly struck him just how appropriate all of this was.

“We’ll see about that,” Rachel muttered.

This place is in desperate need of new blood! Instead Trick said, “Rachel, you told me that you had stuff to say about Carlos, right?”

“Yes, and I think that you and I should move over there. Uh, Naomi, help yourself to some drinks,” Rachel said pointing to the table.

“Not just yet,” Trick said as Naomi suddenly looked ready to blow a fuse. “I also have questions about a girl named Tara, and her relationship with Jason. And how might she be connected with Billy.”

“Then let’s go and talk,” Rachel invited.

Trick leaned into Naomi and whispered, “I’m sorry that this party isn’t your thing, and to be honest, I want to get out of here, too. Let’s divide and conquer. Rachel will spill whatever beans she knows and you can find Billy. You just have to look and see if there are a bunch of girls hanging on him or not. Then find me out here. We’ll compare what we know and then ditch. Deal?”

Naomi considered him for a moment and then nodded before stalking back into the house. Rachel took Trick by the hand and led him past a covered pool to a set of reclining lawn chairs. She pushed him down onto one and plopped herself right on top. Before he could say anything she planted a kiss complete with tongue. He nearly choked on the taste and the smell of weed on her. When she finally pulled back she put a finger to his lips.

“We are going to play a game of information exchange,” she teased him. “We’ll both share a piece of information a piece and after each bit of juicy gossip, we have ourselves a kiss. Aaand… We’ll see where we go from there.”

“Oh boy, is this really happening,” Trick muttered under his breath.

“Better believe it handsome.”

“This town is insane,” he said stubbornly.

Honestly, Trick hated every moment of it, as Rachel rubbed herself all over him and planted the worst kisses ever. And he hated having to divulge things he knew were not his to share. He told Rachel that the FBI had a suspect in place and were going after him. He also spoke about the fear the unpopular kids were feeling at the moment; she seemed very pleased with that bit and he had to stop her from ripping off his shirt afterwards. He also told her about how he and Naomi had come to the town; it would be the stuff of legend, which he liked. He only hoped that this scene would be omitted from the telling. In return he learned that Tara was the big cheese gal in the school and throughout the town, an athletic beauty with a powerful family and illustrious history. She had held people’s gaze since Kindergarten. Rumor had it that she had been on shaky ground with Jason, and that their relationship was about to split apart. Carlos had been one of the guys creepily hanging around ever since the rumors began, because he was determined to date Tara. She would not share anything about what had happened to the unpopular kids.

Trick, though, began to get the idea. Things were shifting in the higher ranks of the popular kids. Old power couples were coming undone and new ones were about to form. But how could monsters play into that? The fact that everyone was tight lipped on what had happened to the unpopular kids sent off a bazillion warning flares.

Then screams of laughter erupted from the house. Trick bolted up, throwing Rachel off of him as she was working on his belt. Where’s Naomi!?

Naomi hated being stuck in a cramped house full of morons. And she hated how Trick was willing to walk off with such a drunk floozie. He could be so infuriating! Seriously though, what should she expect after running off with some guy she didn’t know to solve a case slated for the wierdest team in the FBI to solve? The whole situation was dumb and frustrating. It was made even more so by the fact that she spent a few minutes wandering aimlessly. She took out her mounting fury on the idiots around her ruining their lives with booze.

Grabbing a pirate around the collar she grilled him. “Where’s Billy? I really need to talk to him!”

“What the- Get off me you b-”

Naomi gave him a hard slap and said, “Resorting to foul language right off the bat is indicative of a poor mind and weak constitution. You won’t make it past two bottles.”

“What are you talking about,” the other pirates said as they crowded around.

Naomi picked up the guy’s bottle and explained, “This bottle is covered in greasy fingerprints and has no more condensation, while the rest of yours obviously appear fresh. Also, he’s not even halfway through his bottle. This pirate doesn’t have his sealegs yet.”

There was an awkward pause as the music continued to thud on. The pirate whose lapels she still held suddenly blushed and the others laughed.

“Yeah, he’s a total lightweight,” one laughed.

“Dude, this girl owned you! You’re alright, hunter!”

Another slapped her hard on the back and laughed. Naomi ignored them all and asked again, “Where’s Billy?”

The one who called her hunter spoke up, “He’s on the second floor last I saw.”

Naomi threw her victim aside and then proceeded up the stairs. The boys gibbered behind her back. “Dude, she totally owned you!” “She’s so awesome!” “Why didn’t you ask her for a drink?”

As she got to the top of the stairs, she found a group of lettered jacket wearing buffoons. They all stood around as though they were guarding something. She tried shoving past, but they blocked her and gave her a knowing look. She ignored them and they finally moved her back to the stairs without a word. The indignity of it all!

Finally she said hotly, “I really need to talk with Billy.”

“Billy’s a little busy at the moment,” one of them grunted.

“Which girl is he besotting himself with,” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

He was completely taken away when another laughed, “You’ll see soon enough. Keep an eye on the screen.”

Naomi turned and stalked back, wanting to get away from the rude jocks. She wondered what they meant. Would they pull a prank on one of their own? They seemed depraved and dumb enough for it. She did not have long to wait long. Soon a pre-recorded video came on over the projector. A boy and a girl were featured in it and addressed someone called Jason. People started hooting and laughing all over the place. Naomi watched in silent horror as a guy was dragged into the middle of the room.

“Jason, at this very moment, I’m, uh… shagging, Billy. We’ve been at it for a month now. He’s way better than you.” The girl in the video stated with a smug grin.

Catcalling came from all sides. Naomi began to sweat.

“I know this is going to make you go all hot headed like you normally do,” the girl continued to say.

“So you should take a dip and cool off,” the boy, probably Billy, said. “Boys, you know what to do!”

Jason was hauled overhead and carried, kicking and screaming, outside as others uncovered a pool. They then threw him in and pelted him with bottles. It was barbaric! A hand suddenly took hers and hauled her outside through the front door. She saw Trick and he looked furious. They didn’t say anything until they got outside.

“So, Tara and Billy just destroyed a bunch of people to get together. Starting with Samantha and leading to Carlos! It has to be them! But where did they get the monsters!? The others will know!”

“Trick! What’s going on!”

“Quick! We need to get to Camille’s Diner! Once I have the final bit of proof, I’m calling my mom.”

They ran down the lawn, sliding onto the rented moped before speeding off into the night.

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[stanbillyhargrove]

Demons pt 12

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Cat)

T/W: Self Harm (Cat), Abuse, Eating Disorder   Cat has a lot of issues

BIG WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT, DRUGS

This will be a multi chapter series with fluff, smut, angst, all the things

Friday - 2 weeks later

Fuck.

Mother fucker.

My period is late.

I looked on my calendar to see when it was supposed to start and it should have started a week ago.

I don't remember much of the walk but I soon found myself at the counter of the pharmacy, the lady behind the counter waving her hand in front of my face.

"Sweetie? Are you okay? I understand what you're feeling," no you don't, "it's a big shock." She had a sweet face, like she actually cared about every person she came across.

I painted on my biggest fake smile, nodded and grabbed the paper bag off the counter before leaving the store.

What do I do if it's true? Billy still had no idea about me, he hadn't even told me he loved me 2 weeks ago. We hadn't talked about it again, just went on like it never happened. If he didn't love me back then I didn't want to hound him into saying something he didn't mean. Do I tell Steve? What can he do about it? He'll just force me to tell Billy.

I chewed on my fingers while I waited.

Positive.

Shit shit shit.

It was me.

Shaking, I pulled myself into the shower, the hot water burning my skin as I sat there, emotionless. I sat in the shower until the hot water ran out then clambered out of the tub, collapsing in a heap on the floor. If I wasn't good enough for him to love me before he definitely wouldn't now that I'd be fatter. Or do I get rid of it? What the hell am I going to do? How do you tell someone that you were raped when they weren't around to protect you?

~~

Nancy had told me to come to this party, she seemed worried that I hadn't come out of my house in the last couple days. I had been laying in my bed, barely moving, slicing myself open to feel something and drinking constantly. Luckily, my mom believed my stomach bug excuse and I never saw her much anyways. To be honest, I could use the distraction and since I had already spent the past couple days drinking, I figured what's the harm.

"C'mon Cat, it'll be fun! You seem so down, come have fun with us!" She had promised that her and Steve would be there but when I arrived they were nowhere to be found.

Billy was here this time, bare chested and ready to drink as he lead the way through the crowds towards the kitchen. At least someone was there for me.

"Drink?" He asked, grabbing a couple cups of beer.

"Please," I nodded, taking the cup and chugging half of it at once.

He chuckled, "easy. I know you pre gamed already, you trying to out drink me?"

I grinned and slammed back the last of my cup, reaching for a refill, "yep."

Within a couple hours I was very drunk, so much so I couldn't remember what I had been so upset about. I was dancing with Billy in the living room, a mash of sweaty bodies all around us. His hands were all over me, gripping at my hips, grazing up my stomach towards my breasts. One arm wrapped around my throat, bumping my chin as he tried to pull me into a kiss.

Hands. Everywhere. I couldn't, couldn't fucking breathe.

"Billy," I mumbled, pushing my hands against his chest, "I need to go," I stumbled past him and ran out the front door, heaving into the lawn.

"What's wrong? Cat?" He called, coming after me.

He found me curled in a ball on the grass after puking my guts out and chuckled.

"Too much to drink, Baby?" He joked, rubbing my back as I shook.

I wiped my mouth, my heart still racing as flashes of memories played in my mind. Being carried away, a hand on my mouth. Hands, grabbing.

"I'm good," I shakily got off the ground, pulling on Billy's arm for support.

"I need another drink."

~~

I don't remember getting home that night but I woke up alone in my house with a pounding headache and the need to puke. My mom was out with friends from work, thankfully leaving me to puke in peace.

I was hugging the toilet, contemplating my life when I noticed the wetness filling my underwear. I tugged down my pants to see them full of blood and had a weird conflict of emotions flood my mind. Sick satisfaction that my problem had been solved, relief that I wouldn't have to tell anyone and despair for what happened to me. I stalked down to my mother's liquor cabinet and picked out a bottle, taking a large swig before going back to the bathroom to sit in the shower.

I had been in the shower for a while when I heard Steve's voice echoing through the house, "Cat? You alive?"

I cocked my head and moaned, my head pounding even though I had drank away my hangover. Steve followed the sound of water and knocked on the bathroom door. When I didn't say anything, he opened the door and could see me sitting in the tub, blood running down the drain.

He instantly panicked, "jesus, Cat! What happened?!"

He pulled on my arms, wincing when he saw new dark red lines marring my arms and looking confused when he saw that that wasn't where the blood was coming from.

"It was me," I slurred, trying to pull my arms back.

"What? What was you? Are you okay?" He questioned, reaching over me to turn off the water.

"I was pregnant," I whispered, looking at the floor of the tub.

It took him a second to connect what I was saying, his eyes growing wide once he figured it out and dropping my hands.

"Shit."

I snorted, "yeah, shit."

He turned around to grab a towel for me and helped me out of the tub, frowning when he saw more new marks littering my hips. Steve helped me get dressed in one of Billy's shirts and a large pair of sweatpants after walking me to my bedroom, both of us totally silent. I clambered into my bed and stared at the wall, feeling empty and cried out.

Steve cleared his throat, making me look over at him.

"Do you want me to call someone? Should I call Billy? Do you want me to leave? What can I do?" He twisted his hands together, obviously uncomfortable.

I scooted over and opened my comforter, shaking my head, "haven't told him, Stevie, I can't tell him. 'M a-a fuckin coward."

Steve frowned and sat on the bed, his back against the headboard and pulled the blanket over himself. I shuffled over until I was curled into his lap, my head against his chest and sighed.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Cat?" He carefully put his hands around me, rubbing my arm gently.

"Billy doesn't love me," I whispered, my voice as hollow as my chest felt.

"I-I'm sure he does," he stammered, "he's just less of a lover and more of a fighter, y'know? He wouldn't be with you and not having sex if he didn't have feelings for you, right?"

"I guess."

"Are you gunna talk to him?"

I sighed, "I don't know Stevie, what if he don't love me? What if I'm too, too fucking fucked up and he leaves? What if he thinks I'm gross? How do I tell him? How do you bring this shit up?" I rambled, my words slurring more as I started getting tired.

"If he leaves, he's the fucked up one. You're not gross," he soothed, smoothing down my hair. "I'm not sure how you're going to tell him. There's not really a how to book on this type of stuff. I'm here though, if you need me to be there when you talk to him you just let me know. Nance and I broke up so I have all the time in the world," his laugh after was forced, masking how hurt he really felt.

I frowned, squeezing him tight, "oh, Stevie. You're a good one."

He smirked, air blowing out his nose in a huffy laugh and pressed his cheek to the top of my head, letting me clutch his shirt as I fell asleep.

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Sixteen Candles: Part One

Summary: It’s the day that Vivian has been looking forward to nearly her entire life: her sixteenth birthday. But between her sister’s wedding overshadowing her big day, and praying that her crush Billy Hargrove will finally notice her things aren’t going too well for her. If she can just survive the under the sea dance at her school and avoid the really weird and creepy Tommy H her night might be salvageable. Maybe. 

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: I’m cracking under the pressure and writing one of the 80′s teen movie inspired fics for Billy. I meant to get this up a few days ago on my birthday, but we all know I’m horrible with deadlines. This is gonna be a mini fic, probably around six chapters in total. And I’d say it’s an AU. I hope you all like it! We get to see more of Cheryl Burns from Arcade Dreams which I’m pretty excited about. 

Vivian’s house was chaotic on a good day. Weekday mornings went by in a tornado like blur as she and her older sister Carol got ready for school and her parents readied themselves for work. If it wasn’t Carol and Vivian arguing over who got to use the bathroom first, it was Vivian yelling at Carol for using up all of the hot water and borrowing her clothes without asking. Their mother had given up on cooking her family a big breakfast once both of the girls had started high school, and now the two sisters all hurried around the kitchen dodging each other while fixing themselves a bowl of cereal while their father practically choked down some dry toast and coffee. That was a normal morning. This week had been been anything but normal.

Vivian’s older sister Sarah was getting married in two days. The only catch was that Sarah her fiance Kevin lived in Florida. Which meant that all wedding planning was taken over by Vivian’s parents. Which meant that their household had gone from chaotic to nuclear war zone. The phone was constantly ringing. If it wasn’t a florist or a caterer or someone that was calling with questions about the wedding, it was Sarah calling nearly in tears over how scared she was that her wedding would be anything less than perfect. 

Tonight would be a slight reprieve though. Her parents were driving a few towns over to pick Sarah and Kevin up from the airport, and wouldn’t be back until the middle of the night. Their mother had absolutely forbidden them from taking any calls regarding the wedding. They’d been instructed to take a thorough message on the notepad their mother had left on the fridge and that was all. “I want homework done as soon as you get home. There’s leftovers in the fridge so no ordering pizza. I want you both in bed by ten and absolutely no friends over.” their mother had said. That last part had been mainly for Carol. She’d been known to throw a few impromptu get togethers anytime their parents were gone for the night.

Vivian never really minded. Even though she and Carol got along as well as two alley cats, Vivian always covered for her. Regardless of the fact that Carol’s boyfriend Tommy was an absolute weirdo and Vivian always spent most of the time hidden in her room to avoid him, there was one reason that she was so willing to look the other way when it came to Carol’s parties. Billy Hargrove. 

The crush Vivian had on him was absolutely shameless. Just like every other girl at her school, Vivian had it bad for Hawkins’ resident bad boy. They definitely weren’t close or anything. They barely interacted. If Vivian was ever brave enough to leave her room when Carol had friends over he might say hi or give her a nod in the halls at school if she could work up the nerve to say something to him. Of course Vivian had it all built up to much more in her mind. Countless times she had fantasized about saying a flirty hello to Billy in the hall, and that nod would be followed by him sauntering over, taking her in his arms and kissing her so hard she’d forget her own name. 

But there was one other thing getting in the way of Vivian’s fantasies ever becoming a reality ...aside from the obvious of course. Cheryl Burns. Cheryl was Billy’s pseudo girlfriend. They weren’t quite friends with benefits. They weren’t really even friends. But they both hung out in the same circle, they were both freakishly attractive and Billy was of course more than willing to pretend to be Cheryl’s date every once and awhile in exchange for...well, Vivian didn’t really like to think about what those two were most definitely doing. And it wasn’t like Vivian wasn’t attractive. She was just painfully shy and awkward. But those two things definitely didn’t work well with trying to get a boy’s attention. 

Which was why she was stuck up in her bedroom and watching down on Carol and her friends wistfully from her window. The usual crowd was there. Tommy H had brought a twelve pack of beer, Nicole had brought some guy along (Vivian was pretty sure his name was Curt), and Cheryl was placed delicately in Billy’s lap. It was still warm outside. The weather was somewhere between summer and fall, so Billy could comfortably lounge out by the pool in a pair of jeans a light blue button up shirt. Vivian wanted to rip the buttons off with her teeth.

She shook her head wildly to get the image out of her mind and reached for the pale yellow phone that sat next to her bed. She quickly dialed her best friend’s phone number, her leg bouncing nervously as she waited for her to pick up.

“Hey, Viv-”

“He’s here.” Vivan hissed, keeping her voice down as if somehow the group outside would hear her. 

“...Who’s there?” Robin asked. 

“Billy! Carol invited them over since my parents are off picking Sarah up.” Vivian explained, looking down once again at Billy who still had no idea she was even home. 

Robin sighed loudly on the other end. “Viv, I really don’t get this whole Billy thing. I mean aside from the obvious reasons. The guy’s a total douchebag. He’s like the douchiest of douchebags. And I’m pretty sure he uses more hair product than you do.” Vivian rolled her eyes at the joke.

“Okay, so he’s not exactly Prince Charming,” Vivian agreed. Robin let out a snort. “But he’s not that bad. I mean he’s like mysterious. Dangerous.” she explained. Try as she might, Vivian had never really been able to explain the appeal of the whole bad boy type to Robin. She always just looked at her like she was speaking some foreign language. 

“Can you even hear yourself?” Robin laughed.

“Oh shut up,” Vivian said with a sigh. “Robin, this is the worst. He’s in my backyard and I’m up here like some sort of peeping tom.”

“I gotta be honest, Viv. That’s pretty pathetic.” she teased.

“I know.” why couldn’t she just go downstairs and talk to him? He was just a boy. Vivian told herself it was because she didn’t want to hear Carol bitching at her that she was trying to scare her friends away or she didn’t want to deal with Tommy and his flirting with her (if you could really even call it flirting). But she was a chicken with a capital C. I’m totally gonna die alone, she thought with a groan.

“Look,” Robin began with a serious tone. “He’s right downstairs. He’s not dating Cheryl. You should just go ask him out. Bite the bullet. I mean, it’s not like you’ll die if he says no or whatever.” it had always driven Vivian crazy how Robin could have such a casual attitude towards everything. She didn’t think there was a thing out there that could scare Robin. Well, except maybe one thing. 

Vivian crossed her arms. “I’ll ask Billy out the day that you ask Tammy Thompson out.” 

Robin was silent for a moment and Vivian could practically hear Robin rolling her eyes dramatically. “...Touche,” was all she said. “Listen, I’m changing the subject now. What do you wanna do tomorrow?” 

Tomorrow was Vivian’s sixteenth birthday. Something she had been looking forward to practically her entire life. A girl’s sixteenth birthday was a big deal. A right of passage. She’d finally be able to drive. Initially she had a whole plan laid out. Her entire day had been scheduled from morning until night. But then Sarah called to announce that Kevin had proposed. And then they decided they’d be getting married the day after Vivian’s birthday.

Then there was the under the sea dance at school. Hawkins High was trying to put a fun spin on their homecoming dance or something. It had been announced on the school’s morning announcements about a week ago. And Vivian had no intention of going. She and Robin never had any interest in those sorts of things. Carol definitely would, but Vivian wasn’t exactly bummed out over the idea of her sister missing out on any birthday plans she had. 

It just so happened that Kevin’s parents would be flying in on the night of Vivian’s birthday, as well as her grandparents. So her parents gave her and Carol a choice; either go to the dance or have dinner with Kevin and his parents at Enzos. Vivian decided the dance would be the lesser of two evils. 

“Ugh, I don’t even know anymore. Maybe we can catch a movie or something? I think Red Dawn is still out. Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey.” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. They probably wouldn’t have to stay at the dance long. Carol wouldn’t rat Vivian out for ditching solely on the principle of Vivian constantly covering for her. And it was better than spending the night trying to explain to her grandpa how the new TV worked for hours on end.

“I do love me some Swayze,” Robin joked. Vivian let out a snort. “If that’s what you wanna do, birthday girl, then that’s the plan. Listen, I gotta go finish some biology homework. Try to stop stalking Billy, okay?”

“I’m not stalking,” Vivian argued before sighing. “...I’ll try my best. I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“You know it. Later, dork.”

Vivan smiled and rolled her eyes. “Later, dweeb.” 

She could still hear the sound of Carol and her friends hanging out by the pool, so Vivian decided it would probably be safe to head down to the kitchen. She could see from the top of the stairs that the small light above the stove was on, but she assumed Carol had left it on so she and her friends could see to get in and out of the house. She definitely wasn’t expecting to see Billy rummaging through the fridge. 

Vivian stopped short in the doorway and let out a small  “Oh.” when she saw him. There was a brief moment when she was deciding whether to go back upstairs or not, but before she could decide, Billy spotted her. 

He did somewhat of a double take when he saw her. Almost like he was making sure he wasn’t just imagining seeing someone in the doorway. He flashed a slow, easy smile her way and Vivian nearly gulped. “Hey, Viv.” nearly everyone she knew called her Viv. And yet somehow no one else managed to give her that tingly feeling that shot up her spine like Billy could whenever he said her name. Robin was right, she really was pathetic. 

“Hey…” she shifted awkwardly, not moving from her spot in the doorway. Say something you idiot, she scolded herself. You’re alone with Billy Hargrove in your fucking kitchen. Say something! 

Thankfully he beat her to the punch. “Nice shirt.” He said, nodding to the oversized Tank shirt she was planning on wearing to bed. The three headed hellhound that adorned her shirt was almost looking up at her judgmentally. 

“Hmm? Oh! Thanks! Yeah, uh my dad took me to see them a few years ago as a Christmas present.” she’d definitely gotten her taste in music from her dad. Back in the day he’d followed the Grateful Dead whenever they toured and he joked that he had the Kiss logo tattooed on his ass. Vivian kinda didn’t believe that one though. There was no way her mom would marry anyone with a tattoo of anything on their ass. 

Billy raised his eyebrows and let out a chuckle. “Your old man is definitely cooler than mine,” he pulled out a can of Coke and held it up in offering to Vivian. She gladly took it and mumbled out a thanks before taking a long sip. Billy watched her quietly for a moment before nodding his head towards the patio. “How come you’re not out there with everyone else?” 

Vivian rolled her eyes in a way that she hoped came off as casual. “Carol always says I’m trying to steal her friends or whatever.” she said with a shrug. That was the nice version. “Don’t think that you’re cool by association just because you’re my sister. You’re definitely not.” Carol had said once after Vivian asked if she could tag along to some house party Carol had been invited to. So Vivian gave up trying to hang out with Carol after that. Tommy and Carol would give her a ride to school and a ride home and that was about the extent of the relationship. 

“Yeah,” Billy said. “She can definitely be a bitch when she feels like it.” 

“You’re preaching to the choir,” Vivian said with a snort. She bit her lip when Billy let out a small laugh. This was it. This was her chance. There wasn’t anyone else around. She should just ask him to the dance. Robin was right, what was the worst that could happen? “So um...are you going to the dance tomorrow night?” she asked, trying to keep her voice sounding as calm and  casual as possible. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest that she was sure Billy could probably hear it. 

He made a face. “Probably. I’m pretty sure Cheryl’s gonna drag me along,” he rolled his eyes. Vivian’s heart dropped down into her stomach. Of course he was going with Cheryl. She would never miss an opportunity to flash off whatever sort of relationship they had. Cheryl would never pass up on making the other girls from school jealous. It was what she lived for. “What about you?” 

Vivian was so shocked he asked that she almost didn’t respond. She cleared her throat loudly before giving a small shrug. “Yeah. It’s either that or a rehearsal dinner for my sister’s wedding,” she rolled her eyes. “I mean, you’d think they’d let me skip out on both since it’s my birthday and all…” 

“Oh yeah? Well, happy early birthday. One year closer to the sweet release of death.” Vivian felt her cheeks grow hot at the way Billy grinned at the snort she let out. She was grateful that the kitchen was dark and he couldn’t see how red her face probably was. 

“Thanks...um, I have homework I gotta finish up so I should…” she jabbed a thumb in the direction of the stairs. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

Billy nodded, a faint smirk on his lips. “Sounds like it. Later, Viv.” 

Vivian let out a sort of quiet, strangled, nervous laugh before turning around and all but bounding up the stairs. She sighed loudly once her door was closed behind her. “God, I’m such a fucking idiot,” she scolded herself. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” She repeated in a mocking tone. She threw herself dramatically down onto her bed. 

If Billy thought Vivian was a total loser after that interaction he’d been gracious enough to hide it from her. So much for small miracles, she guessed. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach that later when Billy was driving Cheryl home he would bring up Vivian’s pathetic attempt to ask him out. The thought of them laughing at her made Vivian let out a loud groan. 

At least tomorrow was her birthday. She would wake up to the smell of the blueberry pancakes her mother always made for her birthday, her dad would crack his “boy, you sure are getting over the hill, huh, sweet pea?” Joke he cracked every year, and when she came home for school it would be time to open presents before Sarah, Kevin and her parents headed off to meet Kevin’s parents. If she focused on that then her run in with Billy didn’t seem so bad. 

Only that’s not exactly what ended up happening. Vivian woke up to a morning that wasn’t quite as chaotic as usual. It was so quiet that Vivian felt like something might be wrong. She’d almost wondered for a second if somehow she’d woken up late. There were no pancakes. No birthday jokes. Instead her father was running around an otherwise quiet house like a headless chicken. “Has anyone seen my briefcase?!” he called, poking his head into each and every room he walked by. He barely passed a glance in Vivian’s direction. Weird, but Vivian was willing to accept that he was just distracted. 

Her mother was in the kitchen with Sarah and Kevin. “...Morning.” Vivian said wearily as she walked in. Sarah was the only one that looked up. 

“God, Vivian what did you do to your hair?” Sarah gasped. Vivian frowned, reaching up to touch her red hair. “Who let you cut it? You’re a bridesmaid!” her sister’s face was growing more and more red by the second.  “We’ll have to put it up. This is completely unacceptable. Mom, did you approve of this?” Kevin  didn’t even bother to look up from his newspaper. Which was typical of him. He practically wouldn’t speak unless Sarah told him it was okay. 

Vivian’s mother rolled her eyes. “It looks fine, Sarah. Leave it. Vivian, do you want toast?” 

Vivian blinked a few times, wondering if maybe she was just dreaming. Or maybe they were trying to pull some sort of prank on her. “Um...no. I’ll get cereal I guess if there aren’t pancakes…” she said, looking carefully at her mother.

Her mom let out a snort. “Not unless you’re making them. Okay, I have to get going. You’ll get a ride with Carol?” she asked, turning to look at Vivian. She could only nod. “Sarah, you have to meet with the florist in an hour. I’ll be home at five.” she shot Sarah a pointed look before walking out. 

Vivian opened and closed her mouth a few times. 

“Jesus, what crawled up your ass?” Carol asked with a dramatic eye roll as she walked into the kitchen. She looked at Vivian’s pajamas and scoffed. “And will you get dressed? Tommy will be here soon and I’m not waiting for you. If you’re not ready by the time he gets here you’re taking the bus with all the other dorks.” 

Vivian looked at her sisters. Carol was shooting her a dirty look while Sarah looked at Vivian and her hair with a nearly disgusted look. She silently spun around, heading up to her room, shutting the door behind her and leaning against it.

“I don’t believe this...they fucking forgot my birthday.”

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